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D.O.A. Scrimmage

  A medical student waiting tables at a Christmas corporate removed two of the cover settings from a table near the stage.  A couple (it was the woman's birthday) were shown to the table to find a festive centre piece and nothing else.  Certainly not the glasses of champagne that ought to have been just poured.  The woman demanded an explanation.  The waiter explained that the most up to date dinner service print out had said D.O.A. next to the woman's name.
  'Yes, indeed it does,' the maitre d' confirmed.  'Drinks On Arrival...'
  'Oh, but in a hospital D.O.A. means something different.'

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